


Not Quite Immaculate

by WaltzQueen



Category: Hades (Video Game 2018)
Genre: Accidental Baby Acquisition, Alcohol, Child Death Mention, Implied Sexual Content, M/M, No Beta, Surprise Child, i guess i write Mpreg now, i guess thats who i am, immaculate conception, kind of, no editing, no hope, no one gets pregnant though
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-10-02
Updated: 2020-12-27
Packaged: 2021-03-08 01:13:59
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 5,025
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26767093
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WaltzQueen/pseuds/WaltzQueen
Summary: Gods get born in crazy ways.If people ship Thanatos and Zagreus so hard, they're going to have a kid at some point. It's just a matter of How and When.
Relationships: Thanatos/Zagreus (Hades Video Game)
Comments: 14
Kudos: 369





	1. Chapter 1

"Oh come now, this is entirely unfair. The Fates know that, right? They know that, right, Nyx?" Zagreus, Prince of the underworld turns towards the Goddess of the Night. The Night Incarnate looks on from her flower laden corner of the House at Zagreus. His clothes are rumpled, having been hastily replaced. Teeth marks are visible on the exposed skin of his neck. His outstretched hand is still gesturing at the girl before him. She is a newcomer to the house, though she is no mere shade.

"What is unfair, mother?" The girl looks up at her progenitor, gold and green eyes full of concern. She is newly born but fully formed as some gods are.

Zagreus never expected he would be called 'mother,' and by the Gods that title resonates strangely with him, but he knew that Nyx sprang from Chaos without much else and Athena from Zeus's head. He accepts the title with no fuss."Your eyes seem to indicate that you don't bear the same curse as father and I. You can probably leave this house at any time,er....Have you decided on a name yet?" She shakes her head slowly, her hair-like flames, like oranges, like autumn leaves under snow- sways around her temples. "Right then, for now I'll just take a page out of Nyx's codex and call you 'child."

The young god standing before the new father frowns. "Just 'child'?"

"Well, what would you like me to call you? Oh, have you decided on a name yet?"

"She likely has not, Zagreus. It may take some time before she does." Thanatos peers at her. His face is experiencing the rare event of moving from its usual placid expression and into keen curiosity. The bruises and flushed skin from his previous ehem, 'activities' contrast starkly against his cool, querying gaze."What ails you, my child?"

"Mother calls me 'child' and not 'my child.' Is he disowning me?"

"What?!" Zagreus recoiled in shock. "No, no, no. Don't take it that way at all. I am simply..unaccustomed to being a parent and felt a little unsure. But if it sets your mind at ease, then 'my child" is no hardship for me to say."

"Thank you, mother." Her eyes fall to the floor. Is this a relieved expression or is she sad? Zagreus can't tell. Well, better safe than sorry. He embraces his daughter. She shyly returns the gesture. Is this too much affection in public? Oh well. Better to err on the side of affection than to turn out like Father.

"What is happening here?" Ah, speak of the cthonic deity and he shall appear. As one all the deities-named and otherwise- turn towards the furious Lord of the House."Who is this?"

"Ah, Father! This, " he thumps an open palm against his chest, "is Zagreus and this is Thanatos, my unnamed child, and Nyx. Just a normal gathering as you can see." The Lord of the Dead and newly minted grandparent halts in his lumbering tracks.

"A child? How...."Zagreus has done a lot of things and inspired many variations on exasperation and disbelief. The one which graces Hades' face is new. A tinge of 'Dejection' and a heaping platter of 'Severely Tried Patience'. Zagreus can detect a faint whiff of 'Is This A Failure Or Were You Trying to Do That' which really rounds out his Lord Father's expression. In other circumstances Zagreus might be pleased to have put a new expression on his father's face, however...

"I must admit, my child, I am also wondering 'how' myself." Zagreus disergards his father, turning instead to his daughter. "Although I suppose you have no real way of knowing. Do you?"

"I believe I may have some idea." Nyx draws the attention of the impromptu assembly easily. "I do not wish to cause any discomfort to any in this House, but all that takes place in the darkness is known to me. Many times I do my best to forget what transpires between you and my son, Zagreus. It is through this means that I present this to you. You two were together when your daughter came into being."

"Well, yes Nyx. But I don't think it works like that. Does it?" Zagreus knows a fair amount of death, but birth? Especially of gods? It is beyond his knowledge. Plenty of shades had died in childbirth and from their descriptions Zagreus seems to have skipped some important steps. Furthermore he and Thanatos have been with each other often and never spontaneously created a child. He tells her as much.

"That is true, but it seems the fates have decreed that tonight shall be different. Thanatos bit you in passion and you bled."

"I...did. But I've bled plenty of times. It's practically all I do, these days. There must be gallons of blood scattered across Tartarus."

"Yes, but your blood was spilled by Thanatos himself. And furthermore it fell onto the token your birth-mother gifted to you with affection. A piece of her domain, echoing with life, brought forth life into this domain of death."

"I-I did not know this was possible, Mother." Thanatos sounds as shaken as Zagreus has ever heard him. "Is this how I came to be?"

"No, my child. You formed from me alone, as did many of your siblings. But now you have a child. One who will require your guidance to find her place in this world."

"And she'll have you to help her find it, Than. There are plenty of things to preside over in the world of the living. I'll have to work harder to see you up there. Perhaps you can spend some time with your other grandmother while I carve my way out of here, my child."

"You have to carve your way out of your own domain? You're right, mother. That is hardly fair."

"Well, my child, it's hardly just my domain. It belongs more to your grandfather, who runs it," Zagreus swings an impudent hand near his shoulder to indicate the bearded god looming over them all. "Though it's really Nyx and Thanatos who own the domain. It's complicated. But suffice to say, I don't really have much power here."

"You could have had more if you performed your duties and did not run away from your responsibilities, boy! And now you've had a child. One whom you will undoubtedly taint with your miserable work ethic and pointless rebellion." Hades turns from his son to his first grandhild, full of rage and petty spite. "Take care not to echo the failings of your mother, child."

The godling looks up at her grandfather who has not greeted her or spoken kindly of her mother. She does not wear contempt upon her brow. Instead her eyes are unfocused, attention already wandering away from her grandfather's warning. She will learn in time to disguise this disinterest but for now it is Thantos who takes her by the shoulder and ushers her away. The timber of his bell is just as mournful and low, though now a strange scent can be detected as the father and child depart. Smells like the Styx. Zagreus ponders this as he gears up for another run through the Underworld. Maybe Orpheus will have some good ideas for names. And Sisyphus had children of his own, right? Maybe he'd have some tips. Achillies and Patroclus are for sure going to want to hear about this. Time to spread the good news.

And out the window he goes.


	2. Chapter 2

Zagreus strides out of the Styx, as whole and hale as any chtonic deity can be in spite of the blood dripping off of him in torrents. He grabs a towel,bone white and soft as he strides into the House. It is a moment's work to fling it over his head and work at getting the blood inside his ears to come out. He succeeds in time to hear his child's ecstatic cries.

"Mother! Mother!" Zagreus loosens up his joints, prepared for the inevitable. It serves him well. His child jumps on him like an overexcited puppy and might have knocked them both into the Styx had he not expected her. "I know what i'm the god of! I found out!" Abandoning the soiled towel on Hypnos' divan, Zagreus looks down at the head of orange hair that is dominating his vision. It's adorned with a laurel of its own now. It seems she truly has found her calling.

"Is it c-" Like most mothers, Zagreus is drowned out under the sound of his child's excitement.

"I am Fthora and I am the goddess of decay!" She releases him and steps back, all grandstanding showmanship and pride. Fthora raises her arms to point at her laurel of dead leaves and twigs. It's not as intimidating as his Lord Uncle Zeus' or Poseidon's. The brown and beige and white spotted red appears to be growing from a stick entangled in her hair. Artemis would probably find it fashionable.

"Fthora -decay- is a wonderful name, my child. A bit specific but you'll doubtlessly make use of it's full potential. Are those things on your laurel related to your domain?" Zagreus reaches out to tap one. It bends under his finger only to bounce back up when he relents. "Springy."

"These are mushrooms, Mother. They form from dead plants. Queen Persephone let father bring me to her garden the other night and he tread on the grass and killed it. And when I stepped on the dead grass it turned into these plants the Queen had never seen. Since I made them I wanted to name them so I called them mushrooms. So, Father Thanatos took me to the surface and let me try it on the dead leaves that Demeter killed with her winter and it works there too! And I figured if Father can bring death to mortals, maybe I can bring death to plants. And I can, sort of. They withered and shriveled and rotted. So I tried to do the same to mortals and they rotted, too. But they didn't rot the same way. they got wrinkled and spotted. So I tried mortals' bodies and those decayed and made a ton more mushrooms. Easily, too."

The young prince Zagreus, having been overwhelmed by Fthora's exuberance has failed to get a word in edgewise. Regardless, he is impressed at her ingenuity. Much like her Mother before her, it is not a duty handed down to her or carefully taught, it is a matter of instinct, intuition and most prominently, guesswork and playing where you really shouldn't.

"It sounds like you've been hard at work." His fully grown child nods with such fervor she seems to bounce as they walk past the lounge and towards her chambers. "Lord Ares has been equally as hard at work, so I imagine you'll have plenty of time to show your skills to the other gods soon enough. I'm sure you can endear yourself to Grandmother Demeter with a bit of luck if you're respectful. Just maybe don't tell her who you're related to until Mother introduces you."

"You say 'Mother' But I don't think you mean yourself."

"No, I meant your Grandmother, the Queen. I hadn't expected this to be an issue. But now that you mention it, that could become confusing quickly. As such, you're free to call me Zagreus. Although I admit to having grown fond of 'Mother' and would appreciate it from time to time, my Child. Fthora."

"Of course, Mother Zagreus! " Fthora turns on her heel to embrace her mother with all her strength. Zagreus lets out a silent "oof" as he takes five damage from the force of it. Zagreus returns the embrace with a laugh. Thanatos makes Zagreus use a death defiance every time they sleep together, he's so strong, and well... Like Father, like Daughter it seems.

"Mother Zagreus, is that what we're calling you now?" Zagreus looks up from his daughter to see her sire coming towards them, accompanied by both their mothers.

"Well, our child, Fthora, has decided to. I....hope you don't call me Mother, Than. Although I can't really stop you. Nyx might become jealous, should you decide to call anyone else that."

"I admit even if in jest, I might not be amiable to the thought. Mother is a position that rarely requires more than a single occupant." Nyx's lips are quirked up even as she says it. It is apparent that there are no hard feelings in the statement. Persephone nods as well, similarly smiling.

"Yes, 'Mother' is a very special title. For a long time I thought it was one I would not have. I suppose it seems more special to me because of it." Zagreus opens his mouth to comfort her but he needs not have bothered. Fthora wriggles free of Zagreus's lingering hands to turn towards her grandmother.

"Well, you've got it after all, right? And now it's yours forever! Plus you've also got Grandmother. That's pretty neat, right?" Fthora twirls her index fingers around each other as she speaks. "And besides!" The goddess of decay positions her self between her parents to throw her arms around their shoulders, making a chain of gods. "If you're worried about missing when Mother was little, you can talk with Mother about it. They didn't get to see me be a baby." Queen Persephone chuckles a bit at the sprightly godling.

"While that is true, Fthora," Persephone says, integrating the name into use seamlessly,"The fact remains that they are watching you grow. While you are not physically a baby, you are very much a child. Even so, you do make a good point. I have 'Grandmother' which I never even imagined I could have." The Goddess of the Harvest and Abundance steps forward, arms open wide. Fthora goes to her freely, as does Zagreus. Child, Mother and Grandmother embrace there in the dark halls of the House of Hades.

"Will you not embrace me, as well, my child?" Nyx queries, arms rising to reach for her son.

"Of course, Mother. You need not ask. You need never ask." Thanatos sinks into Nyx's arms like he has never done anything else. The two deities spend a moment there, floating in the air. Zagreus turns his red eye from the sight to wink at his own mother.

"It seems we've started a trend, Mother. Do you think we could get Nyx to hug Master Chaos? Maybe Charon to hug Nyx?" The three separate as Nyx and Thanatos do the same.

"My son, it may be possible but you'd have an easier time trying to convince your father to join a group hug than trying to convince Charon to leave the shop unattended." Zagreus steps back and leans his weight on Thanatos who doesn't move away.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I could probably get him to follow me. I'll just have to be quick about it. Hermes would help me play a prank, I think." Fthora turns her green and gold eyes to Zagreus , lit with excitement. Persephone sighs and shakes her head with tired amusement.

"Zagreus, my son, stealing the coin purse of the Boatman of the Styx to get him to follow you to Chaos' realm for a group hug is a bit much. Don't you think?"

"If you say so, Mother." Fthora wilts in disappointment next to her grandmother. No pranks here.

"No need to worry, my Queen. I intend to keep Zagreus from finding new mischief, even if only for a little while." Seeing that her father doesn't intend to play any pranks, Fthora pouts slightly. Even on a fully grown god, it's the most adorable, child-like expression he's ever seen on any face. And that includes the shades of children.

"I have only known Zagreus a short time, but I wish you the best of luck with that, Thanatos." The Queen of the Underworld pats Thanatos' shoulder as she continues on her way with Nyx in tow. Nyx does likewise for her son as she floats past. Fthora mimics the gesture teasingly towards them both as she follows them, already bored of talking to her Mother and ready for a new audience. Zagreus watches the three heads of blonde, black and orange get smaller before he turns his attention back to the head of silver hair and the god to which it belongs.

"So, how exactly do you intend to keep me from stealing Charon's obols?" Thanatos' smile lights a fire in his heart like he has pricked himself on Aphrodite's trinket.

"Simple, Zag. I cut you off at the pass. No need to steal if he already knows what you want and why. " Zagreus gapes a little. He can't help the grin blossoming on his lips. Thanatos -clever and strong- does it again.

"You're just going to tell him? Well, that takes all the fun out of it." It seems it's a day for touching others because Zagreus finds his hand sliding up Than's back without much of his own input. Death Incarnate leans down a bit to whisper against the curve of his lover's ear.

"Then let's make some 'fun' of our own then, Zag." Just the tone has Zagreus' blood boiling under his skin, bringing a flush to his cheeks. "Unless you really want to bother Charon, instead." Thanatos' answer is Zagreus' warm hand in his, dragging him towards his chambers. Yes, it seems Zagreus won't be causing new mischief for a while. 

Fthora, however, is a different story.

The goddess of decay, the personification of withering, carefully raises her head from the waters of the Styx. Her green eyes and gold sclera make sure that no one is looking her way. Grandfather is busily writing. Grandmother, Mother Zagreus and Father Thanatos are nowhere to be seen. It's just her, a great many shades and Hypnos, asleep at his post. Fthora raises herself up from the blood-waters slowly. Her nose comes into view, mushrooms growing around where Charon broke it with his oar, followed by a fat lip and a slowly reinflating, spongy jaw. Her missing right arm is growing Ink Caps, swollen from the dunk in the Styx, over the open wound of the shoulder while an Amanita, still ivory with its mycopic infancy, hurriedly tries to grow her a new arm. Ignoring the pile of fluffy white towels beside her, she slinks into the lounge.

Fthora, youngest god in residence, slumps her sodden head on a serpent mosaic table as the Amanita mushroom grows until the white spots eclipse the red, until the excess withers and falls from her body and her arm is whole again like nothing ever happened. How did her mother speak of snatching Charon's purse so freely if this is what dying feels like? At least it was a fast first death and Father hadn't had to come fetch her. Fthora breathes in deeply and the Shiitake and Enoki dislodge from her healed nose. Whole and hale, she looks up and sees the fury Megeara staring her down.

Fthora opens her mouth to say that no one needs to know anything happened, to ask not for lies, but discretion. Bloody Tooth Mushrooms and a single actual tooth come out instead of words and splat against the beautiful designs with a dribble of blood.

"You, little god, are in trouble." Well, so much for discretion.


	3. Chapter 3

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> CW mentioned child death, drinking, alcohol use

"So, cousin, you ever been to a feast?" Dionysus leans forward on his deific divan, peering at his scrawny relative. "Because, aww man, I don't mean to be mean, but you are just so thin, little lady, _so thin!_ You're almost wasted away." As if compelled to prevent the same thing occurring to him, Dionysus takes a fortifying gulp of wine. The worrying thought drowns under it, leaving him free to observe the gangly cthonic god skulking around the edges of the abandoned still.

"Thanks," responds the personification of decay and withering. She pats her splayed fingers against her nearly emaciated thigh, scratching at its robust twin with her other rot streaked hand. "I've been working on it a lot, ya know, mortals, bodies, food stores, wood, everything i can try really. It's super fun and I'm gonna keep practicing until I can wither anything and maybe Great Grandmother Demeter will let me help with getting winter started. I hope she does because i want there to be lots of dead leaves near the wooded areas so I can get some new mushrooms going."

"Working on new stuff? Cool, cool!" He trails off for a moment to regard a loose rivulet of wine that has wriggled free of his cup to run amok down his chest. With the skill of an expert lush he cups his hand just under his bronzed pec, catching the liquid effortlessly. Dionysus doesn't even think to shudder at the sounds of Demeter's name as he brings his hand to his lips and drinks. Mmmmm, Diyonisus flavored. "I've been looking into some drink mixes. Gotta keep the party going, yeah? Always the freshest feasts, the best vintages. It's what makes a good time. You know what'd be great? Let's get some of your mushrooms in on the fun!"

Fthora, equally as lackadaisical about paying attention to Dionysus as he is towards her, looks up her new mushroom sowing spot, further from the too-dry earth surrounding the sun exposed side of the still. Though it is unfamiliar to her cthonic family,she wears a face that most of her extended family has seen in spades; the bored, borderline frustrated scowl that accompanies talk of parties, hunting, wine, music, strategy, war, flowers, romance, or pretty much anything not involving death, growth or her own godly domain of decay. She doesn't roll her eyes only because she remembers the occasion when Mother had summoned Father whilst she was accompanying him and she was pulled along. Boiling wellsprings of wine had erupted from the stone floors of Tartarus, poisoning her parent by inches until Father had slain the last of the wretches in the chamber, leaving Mother alone and Fthora and Thanatos to return to their previous occupation. Well, she might as well humor him. If nothing else it could give her something new and exciting to tell that one amazon in Elysium.

"Okay, I guess I'll see what I can come up with, but mushrooms are a new creation honestly and there's a lot of room for work-shopping when you make new things, you should really ask Hephestus about it sometime, he's Aphrodite's husband, shouldn't you talk to him more? But anyway mushrooms are still in their testing phases, so they require inspiration and a delicate touch and a lot of moisture. So I'll do it for you, but if any of your partiers die of partying, then I call dibs on their corpses. Deal?"

"Haha! Sure thing, 'Ra! Awesome! And look, I'm sure the muses are busy right now but I think I can get you a little inspired. Here," he laughs freely," this batch got spoiled when the brewer's kid fell in and died, which is like, a total mood killer! Can't party with that in your cup. But this might be just the stuff to make something happen for you. And just in case it doesn't, this is is some of the Good Stuff. Anyway, the feast is in a week. There's an orgy scheduled afterwards if you're interested. Zag can't really come because of the whole," here Dionysus waves his hand as if to gesture to the enormity of existence, " _Underworld_ thing but tell him we're thinking of him!" The god of revelry and drunken madness then fades away like he hasn't just told a relative to tell their mother that a great many horny mortals will be touching each other and and thinking about him.

Thankfully for Zagreus, who really wouldn't have known how to respond to that, Fthora put it out of her head near instantly. Instead she decided to focus more on herself and her chance to show the Olympians what the Cthonic gods could do. The foolhardy goddess, with all the lack of technique and caution that cam from first time drinkers, as this was the first time she had ever drank anything at all, guzzled the Good Stuff in under a minute. As she sat, unaffected, she wondered if this was really so good as Dionysus said. Didn't mortals and Shades stumble over themselves and trip and fall apart after only a quarter of what she had drank? But of course, there was no death in it! The corpse wine would do the trick, surely. Death for those who dwell among the dead, of course! With slightly more grace, she downed the entire cask of corpse wine as well, bringing her total up to two full casks of wine in five minutes. Generously, Fthora gave it another minute and when nothing happened she wandered off in to the woods to search for inspiration in the shaded domain of the Nymphs and Dryads.

Alas, the young godling did not know that food and wine need more than a single minute to effect the body. She also did not know that the Drowned Child Wine was very much not intended to be mixed with Diyonisus' not-so-secret stash of The Good Stuff.

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Zagreus is towards the end of an excellent jaunt through his father's realm. Skully had been delighted to be summoned for Zagreus' 248th consecutive win against Asterius, Theseus and Daedalus' chariot. Than hadn't had time to stop in, but Zagreus had been happy to talk to Patroclus for a moment. He has Ares' Call and Artemis' Adamant Arrowhead and Poseidon's dash abilities. Zagreus is, in a word, set.

The satyr sack is in his hand and he's almost to Cerberus when a boon forms on the wet stone between the Prince and the Hound. It's glowing pointedly purple and unusually large. It's so large in fact, that Zagreus is unable to get past it without claiming it first. He hasn't seen hide nor wine stain of Dionysus for the last ten runs through the domain. Perhaps he's angry at not being welcomed by an overflowing cup? Well, only one way to find out.

"In the name of Hades! Olympus I accept this message!"

"Zag man!" Having met the Olympian in person Zagreus can confidently say that this is not as loud as Dionysus can be, but it is close. The echoing chamber of the Styx lends to carrying every word to his ears even more efficiently than usual. This is all to say that Zagreus, for the first time outside of Chaos' effects, has taken damage from a boon. Sound based damage, at that. The hotblooded Prince grits his teeth and shakes the blood out of his ear as he focuses on what exactly his divine cousin is saying. "You're cool and I'm cool and we're cool together, but why didn't you tell me that Fthora was totally Uncool with feasts?"

"I...beg your pardon. What exactly do you mean by"uncool with feasts"? I know Fthora isn't one for crowds but I didn't think there was any 'uncoolness' happening, Lord Dionysus."

"Yeah, me either Zag! We were hanging out and I invited her to come to a feast-orgy combo. I even told her her mushrooms could feature in the next party drink we came up with. Sure, Fthora needed inspiration and all, but she seemed chuffed to take some of the Good Stuff and work on concocting some new ideas. But when she gets here with her baskets of mushrooms half the guests just drop dead." With a theatrical flourish he flops onto his leopard skin pillow with a petulant frown. The heterochromatic prince looks on, mind racing

"So-wait. You're saying that Fthora, what? Poisoned your half your revelers? And what of the other half?"

"That's the thing, man. Half of them dropped dead on the spot but to other guys, it was like they were drunk without having a single drop of wine. It was hardly even my party anymore, Zag. And I know Sappho didn't get to makeout with Danae before she got not-drunk and ran off. No wine and hardly any orgy, man. Even Aphrodite would be uncool with that. Is she trying to take over my gig? You've got to tell her to cool it, man. I don't want to start fights, cause that's not conducive to a good time but she's muscling in on my spot."

"I'll be sure to talk to Fthora next I see her, Lord Dionysus."

"Good." And with that sour final word, the Styx ix suddenly empty of his presence, with no boon in sight. Zagreus turns back towards Charon, face as blank as a stone wall.

"Uhh, did you see that, too?"

"Hhhrrrrrrnnnngh."

"Ah."

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"Oh dear, Fthora. It seems as though you really aren't suited for Dionysus' parties, are you?"

Fthora sighs wearily. She lays sprawled out on Cerberus's vacated elegant bed. Her Grandmother Persephone does not reach out a hand to soothe her aching head and Fthora is glad of it. for all that she enjoys touching others, she does not relish being touched by anyone other than Mother and Father. "I think you're right, Grandmother. I even tried so hard to make some mushrooms that would really work with the wine and make mortals crazy like wine does but it worked too well and no one drank the wine or put them in the wine and the ones that did dropped dead on the spot. I can already imagine what Uncle Hypnos said to them on the way in."

"Well, at least you know now. And besides, Dionysus doesn't hold on to grudges very long. I'm sure this will pass and you'll laugh about this later."

From the pool of blood come a splash and the carrying sound of Zagreus asking "Why is there a Cease and Desist notice from Olympus in the towel pile?"

Fthora, simply throws an arm over her gold and green eyes with a groan.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Ancient and Mycanian Greece seem to have been not huge fans of mushrooms. Call it the Dionysian Propaganda at work.  
> Also, not mentioned but totally canon, Someone high off their ass tried to fuck Fthora and she auto-decayed their bloodvessels in the genitals, creating the first greecian case of erectile dysfunction.


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